Red #40 + Wasabi = Bottle Rocket

Lyrics

[Sample (Melody): Cerrone - "Rocket In the Pocket (Live)" (0:40)] [Intro: MF Grimm] M.I.C. M.I.C. M.I.C [Verse 1: MF Grimm] The Grimm Reaper will reap, so don't sleep or make a peep. I'm deep I got a shotty and it pumps like a jeep. As it Pump, you weep, you're up Schitt's Creek. I'm not Pumping De La Soul, I'm pumping little creeps with heaps And heaps of lead. Like sheep, they're led to their Deathbed, fed instead of making bread, then left Dead, ripped to shreds, twist and hanging like dreads I rest heads to bed like Club Med Get wise, realize that sometimes hypnotize Emcees through my rhymes and lines that they memorize Dropkick dipsticks, built like thick sticks Or toothpicks. I kick ass quick and sick like a Karate flick, chop you like a brick, you tick Flame-broiled or either fried, the Burger King'll mix Thought you're dope, but you're shit, you dick. I stick niggas up 'Cause I'm a lunatic, my victims are handpicked You're wiped off like lipstick, seasick or homesick Pretend I'm dead then beat that ass with a broomstick Say one word, and, yes, your ass I'll chase That's not gas, that's fear in your face. After Words, no handshake. You're soft like cheesecake Tough like beefsteak but sweet like shortcake A young star, by far, that's up to par No matter who you are, I'll be ready to spar 'Cause the mic is a crowbar, my rhymes are solar Classy like a Jaguar, the microphone all-star Grimm's a die-hard, chill on the boulevard With my bodyguard who's big like a St. Bernard So war I declare, so beware it's unfair 'cause You can't compare gold to silverware [Hook: MF Grimm] (x3) I destroy! Get the fuck out my path, you're interfering with me Go against me, nigga, you don't want no deals with me [Verse 2: MF Grimm] Your flows Are dead to my demented sentences Relentless pain, no Novocain, I drill like A dentist, you couldn't prevent this. Hard like Cement tape, musical rape leave you hanging like drapes I crush microphones like they were grapes on Tour, I make a lot of papes, but the Words you heard, I mend, designed, and shape up Bent this track, sent his wack apprentice Ass right back to the drawing board. He was A joke to the rhyme overlord Overlord overlord, so catch The wave like coke or just float like a surfboard Stomp in the streets, I tear up clubs You reach for the mic, and I'll leave you with nubs I fry brain cells like a bag of chips When a rapper try to flip or either give me lip Catch me at my maddest, that's when I write my Baddest shit, then I lock like a pick. On the Paper, sick 'em. Another victim for the musical Raper, rhyme-ripper, style-stripper, none hipper. Sharp Like a nail clipper, I'm Bigger than both of the Dippers And very dapper, I'll go deeper, then flip her But when it come to rappers, rappers, rappers Huh, y'all just little whippersnappers So what up? What up? Punk, shut up! Or get your jaw broke like Razor Ruddock Awww shit, I'm at it again Chasing motherfuckers like I'm Rin Tin Tin The final chapter, no more laughter as I Bomb your ass just like the day after No nuclear warheads 'cause, instead, all Rhymes are launched by the kid who's fed With infrared to pinpoint the joint or The place or the person I chase's face, so Walk and don't try to talk when I stomp or stalk I don't discriminate, Grimm Reaper hates All emcees who grab the microphone Yes, I dislike them whether they're friend or foe So, yo, I start to throw deadly body blows Eight-punch combos, I turn stars into John Does, so if you see me at a show, you better G-O and tiptoe your ass out the fucking door I film my shows with a handy-cam Before I go on I sip, some brandy and Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the Candyman And I cripple emcees, I'll make 'em Handi-Man I destroy! Get the fuck out my path